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LIL FLIP lyrics : "So Wrong"

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward ^!$$%s shootin' me
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A ^!$$% trippin' and stressin' a [email protected]^%

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong


[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm just sittin' back vibin' to some Al Green now
10, 11, 12 years in the game and I came from the Seenile

Got a gang of loved ones in the penile
Fighting for lives everyday but meanwhile
I see my life is sort of like theres

Cause other than moms and Boo-Boo nobody else cares
I know you think I'm tweekin'
But the only time I get to see my kids is on the visiting weekend

I ain't in no chains
But sometimes I get tested by the places I hang
And my game just banged on these ^!$$%s from the other side

Now I got reprecussions
Suckas is bustin'
Talk is cheap

And for some apparent reason the streets keep watchin' me
Well watch me
And watch ya back

Pop pop I got ya that
Ratta Tat
^!$$% I stay strapped


[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward ^!$$%s shootin' me

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more

A ^!$$% trippin' and stressin' a [email protected]^%
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong


[Verse 2: Lil Flip]
I'm not a role model but you know I got the title

And I ain't no american idol
I'm more like the american pimp its no lie
so heres a slice of american pie

They told me not to rap but I'm doing my thang
I'm movin' my caine
Got pink, red and blue in my chain

^!$$% I'm like a pimp writin' scripts
I got hits ^!$$%
I fill the house with the bricks ^!$$%

We on the grind
Got money on my mind
My ^!$$%s puff pine
Ya'll ^!$$%s sniff lines
You do the crime you do the time thats what they told me

I'm like LeBron my ^!$$% you can't hold me
My ^!$$% I can't back down
Get a brick and turn ya town into crack town
I'm on the blocks with them blocks
I don't run from the cops

Dump the yay cause I got

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward ^!$$%s shootin' me

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more

A ^!$$% trippin' and stressin' a [email protected]^%
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong


[Verse 3: Young Buck]
These ^!$$%s wanna see me dead
Instead
I'm gettin' this bread
I'm not blue or red
But I'll put two to your head
They said I wouldn't make it to see 21 but I did

The last homie that got killed I closed his eyelid
$#[email protected] friends cause in the end ^!$$%s turn they back
Just cause I smoked a blunt with ya don't mean we cool like that
And your hood ain't no harder than mine
I put in more work than you on your own block I know that you lyin'
I got one hand on the wheel other hand on my nine
(*##$ come down here to Ca$hville I ain't hard to find

My section is protected by Smith And Westons and Rugers
A bunch of bulletproof vestes and some cold-hearted shooters
Mother$#[email protected]

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward ^!$$%s shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong

So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A ^!$$% trippin' and stressin' a [email protected]^%
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[50 Cent:]
By the way you know my DJ, Whoo Kid?
I get a phone call from these guys from 310
You know out there in L.A.?
You know I found out some new news about my DJ too
Yeah hes gonna be the first DJ with a Bentley
Its $#[email protected] up
Ya'll ^!$$%s ain't got no money
Ya'll need to get down with us
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
You know?
The wolves
Ya''ll know what I mean?

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